"Saturday nights, they were always the best days when you and I still talked. We were always joking about something unless we were saving each others lives. Why is it I couldn't save you but you could always save me? I made that fucking promise to you, but I didn't think to even make you promise it too. Now I'm stuck here and your living the high life. We were so young back then, so immature but we somehow ended up sharing our demons. I thought we were great friends which is why I never mentioned anything about how I felt about you on those beautiful Saturday nights. It's too late now and me being the fucking idiot I am and always will be, I didn't say anything and one day you just quit talking to me and I can't help but think that maybe it's all my fault. I thought we had a future together but obviously you don't see it that way, I wish you had met me here so you could see that maybe I'm not a complete physcopath and that I am worth saving, at least to you. I wish you were here so I could take your legs and be tall for once like I told you, so I could beat you up jokingly for all those somehow hilarious stupid things that you always seemed to say. Looking back now I see that you had given up way before I had met you and like me, you were done for after the dark poured in."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
